Transmigrating into a book to save her best friend, her sickly husband vies for her affections every

"Sister..." Meng Qindun called her softly, his eyes pleading with her to kneel down and admit her mistake quickly, otherwise she would really die here.

Meng** stared at Zhao Siwei.

Zhao Siwei was not afraid of her at all. What he was going to do today was to make Meng** fear power. Otherwise, she would cause a lot more trouble with her mouth, as she was unruly and had no self-control when she saw anyone.

Tingyao silently observed from the crowd. Meng** was the type to not shed tears until she saw the coffin; she wouldn't back down in this small situation, she would only try her best to vent her anger.

Just then, a voice announced, "*** has arrived."

The crowd spontaneously parted to make way, and all knelt down, saying in unison, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Zhao Fu'er, dressed in a long gold and red dress, was cold, beautiful, and graceful, with a commanding presence. Her noble air carried an air of authority that made people afraid to look directly at her. She slowly walked in, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan. "Is Ninth Prince injured? Is it true?"

When Zhao Siwei saw Zhao Fu'er arrive, he was clearly surprised and immediately said, "Auntie, I can't stand up."

“Even when you stand up, you’re still jumping around and causing trouble. A few days of peace would be good.” Zhao Fu’er walked in, fanning herself with her fan. She glanced at Zhang Zhan and chuckled slightly. “What’s wrong? You’ve already forgotten how much the Ninth Prince protected you, even before he gave you an official position. Without him, you wouldn’t be where you are today.”

Zhang Zhan immediately knelt down and clasped his hands, saying, "It was my negligence that caused the Ninth Prince to be injured."

He asked Zhao Siwei if he was coming this morning, but Zhao Siwei ignored him. He had just heard from the servant that Zhao Siwei was coming again, so he rushed over to pick him up, only to see him being pushed down the steps by Meng**.

But in Zhao Fu'er's eyes, it was because he hadn't kept a close eye on Zhao Siwei that things turned out this way.

Zhao Fu'er's eyes darkened slightly. "Anyone can apologize verbally."

Zhang Zhan pondered for a moment and immediately said, "Your humble servant will submit a memorial to reflect on my mistakes behind closed doors... for one, no, three months."

"Reflecting on your mistakes behind closed doors is also a way to live a life of luxury. I happen to be supervising the compilation of the Yellow Registers, and they need someone to transcribe them. Pack your things and go help them for three months. Make sure to explain things to the Crown Prince himself, and don't cause me any trouble."

Zhang Zhan bowed respectfully and said, "Yes."

Meng** felt indignant on Zhang Zhan's behalf, saying, "He didn't even stand firm on his own—"

"Did I give you permission to speak?" Zhao Fu'er glanced at Meng**. "You didn't bow to me just now, did you? Zhao Jiu, you're disrespecting your master. What should be done with you?"

Zhao Siwei readily uttered two words: "Beating to death."

Meng was taken aback.

"Hmm, not bad memory." Zhao Fu'er gently fanned himself, first praising Zhao Siwei with a smile, then casually said to Meng**, "Go to hell."

Meng**: "My father is a high-ranking official of the second rank. How dare the princess beat me to death?"

“Yes, that’s right. Then go and call your father here so he can personally oversee your execution.” Zhao Fu’er looked at Meng Qindun, who was kneeling on the ground, terrified out of his wits. “Young Master Meng, hurry up and go back to find your father.”

Then, Zhao Fu'er changed the subject, "Now, come on, teach her some manners." She turned and sat down next to Zhao Siwei, gently raising her fan, "Young Master Zhang, get up, don't say I'm bullying you."

Even more people gathered to watch the spectacle.

Meng** was forced to kneel on the ground by the two old women, and she struggled with all her might.

How can I bow and scrape before the powerful and wealthy!

Zhao Fu'er took the tea Zhang Zhan handed her, glanced at the unruly Meng**, and said, "You two rough men, don't hurt this delicate young lady. Help her up gently."

They bullied her nephew and his friend, thinking that two grown men shouldn't bother with her, so they let her, a woman, take the blame.

Zhang Zhan handed Zhao Siwei a cup of tea, but when he turned his head away and didn't take it, he put it aside and whispered in his ear, "Don't offend the Meng family too much. When it's about time, give the princess a way out, and the Meng family will remember your leniency."

"Why should I?" Zhao Siwei rubbed his knee. "What, you like her, so you're pleading for her?"

Zhang Zhan was puzzled.

He had only met Meng** a few times, so how could he say he liked her?

Meng** was finally forced to kneel down by the two old women. She was extremely agitated, shouting, "You're bullying me!" Her eyes even reddened.

The old woman holding Zhao Fu'er up raised her hand to strike, but Zhao Siwei, with her sharp eyes, stopped her, saying, "Anyway, we've gone to invite the Meng family. I can't afford to offend her, so please don't make things difficult for me, little aunt."

Zhao Fu'er gently raised her fan, signaling the old woman not to do it, "Miss Meng is quite capable. My ninth nephew has never backed down from anyone since he was born. You're the first..."

Seeing the growing crowd outside, Zhang Zhan said, "Why don't we disperse everyone first?"

Zhao Siwei rolled her eyes at him: "Your legs are on your body, no one is stopping you from leaving."

Zhao Fu'er glanced at Zhao Siwei's face, then fanned herself and asked Zhang Zhan, "Is Zhang Shizi an old friend of hers? If so, I'm willing to let this matter go without dealing with your relationship with the Ninth Prince. If my brother asks, I will also ensure that the Zhang and Meng families are safe."

The very use of the title "Your Majesty" was enough to prove that she was angry.

In her eyes, Zhang Zhan always put Zhao Siwei first. She insisted on getting involved because she wanted to see how capable the girl was who could make both Zhao Siwei and Zhang Zhan suffer.

Zhang Zhan remained silent.

These two, aunt and niece, haven't thought things through enough.

At present, Zhao Siwei is the one who feels wronged. As time goes by, all that will remain is the statement that the Ninth Prince only stumbled down a step, yet he not only tormented the Meng siblings but also sent *** to deal with the Meng family.

Meng Qindun arrived very quickly with his father, Meng Jiasong.

As Meng Jiasong entered, Meng** immediately called out to him, "Father, someone is bullying me—"

Before she could finish speaking, Meng Jiasong slapped her twice across the face. "You brat, shut up! We spoil you at home all the time, which only makes you more lawless. Do you think everyone should fawn over you?"

After he finished speaking, he quickly stepped forward and knelt down, bowing to the two powerful figures and begging for mercy. "Your humble servant greets Your Highness and Ninth Prince. My daughter is a rascal who has angered you both. It is my fault for not disciplining her properly. I beg you two princes to consider how I have served the court for many years. Even if I have not made any great contributions, I have certainly worked hard. Please be lenient with my daughter."

“She plotted to murder the imperial heir. Does Lord Meng think your efforts can offset that?” Zhao Fu’er stood up. “Lord Meng’s words are all about protecting Meng**. I even thought you would handle it properly and show everyone that you are a wise official.”

The opposite of being clear-headed is being a muddle-headed official; if you can't even manage your own family affairs, what else can you manage?

Zhao Fu'er smiled and said, "I wonder which family will be lucky enough to enjoy your daughter's arrogant and domineering attitude in the future."

Meng**: "You're bullying me by abusing your power!"

Meng Qindun was so frightened that he covered her mouth.

Zhao Fu'er also walked up to Meng** and said, "I'm bullying people by abusing my power? Fine, since I've already been insulted by you, I'm going to do this properly."

She raised her voice, "Whoever marries Meng will be considered an enemy of me. Everyone here, listen carefully, listen carefully, and spread this message around for me. As for Lord Meng, just wait and see what His Majesty decides."

Meng** dismissed it with disdain.

Zhao Fu'er found her disdainful expression incredibly amusing and added, "That's not enough. From now on, anyone who associates closely with Meng** will be my enemy. Do you all understand?"